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Revenge

Fuck trust, I’ll spark ya up spontaneous combustion
Crime lust, when the darkness takes over all trusting
Bout to plot a plan to take him out and kill a man
With bare hands, here I stand, your life is gone and
The sequel of this story might just get kinda gory
At 4 in the morning hit the block with out a warning
Should I slice his throat or shoot em up, take a vote
Gonna creep up and leave this niggas momma mourning
Revenge, a platter best served when deserved
Fucking with my money gonna get ya death reserved
Keep anger preserved and the hope for god’s mercy
Saying “ Please lord please, don’t let JS hurt me”
Serpentine, I should’ve stabbed you in the fucking spleen
Should have place ya bitch ass in the guillotine
Snake, close ya eyes and cry, wonder why
You feel the instant pressure to the dome before you die
 
Man, the closest your punk ass gets to the street
Is when you hear a gangsta rapper spit to a beat
I tried to play it cool, let you admit your defeat
Instead you come back with some shit that was weak
Geek, you need to get off that glass pipe
Drugs must make your bullshit seem mad nice
You're a pretend thug, just like 50
A-Town? Quit playin', you only do dirt in San Andreas or Vice City
So just stop the fantasy, come back to reality
You work in fast food and make a shitty salary
You're a bitch, but you wanna try and talk some shit
Still live at home but you claim you're rich
You're nothin' to me, I'm the king of your town
Ben Wallace of rhymes, I shut opposing MCs down
Idolizing weak cats and trying to get backstage aftershows
You're just a fake, in some rapper's clothes
 
Just recorded this, PM me if you want to hear it.

fuck them other guys they think they wise until they pay the price
thats how the game goes everyday is just the same ol same ol
aint a damn thang changed--only brains scattered on the pave
learnin from the way they misbehave to make it pay
my case is open close to get my homies off a death row
its time to let go and keep it movin full ahead
takin drugs and droppin outta school instead
id rather make the bread and get some hoochies bobbin heads
u hearin what i said? its like the well a knowledge
half ya scholars couldnt witness life right after college
and still so many follow-all the while they in denial
fuck em-they gettin played just like a child
where's the jobs at bush is to busy sendin bombs to iraq
fuck dat! we gotta get whats our regardless of a politician
if it was up to them half of us would be up in a prison

(HOOK)
Senseless, centless, broke as a joke, and im friendless
(HOOK)

fuck the wealth
there's people in this world that really need our help
im tryna be a visionary cuz all the rest are actin scary
rapture n all that its all crap
all fiction none facts thats why we gotta blast back
motha fuckas think i wanna be a cliche-we wastin each day
up in a big haze thinkin right or wrong is just a game we play
led like sheep and 99% will always stray-thats how it is baby
this life is shaday-its not gravy and turkey its working
we know were hurting but what u gonna do it about it sonny?
the US is strong but still were full a fuckin dummies
and still we running-tryna get up out the rat race
its fucked up were still movin at the same pace
what a strange place-we let our ego in the way of what is real
there comes a day when u gotta say fuck the fake appeal

(HOOK)
Senseless, centless, broke as a joke, and im friendless
(HOOK)

we gotta bomb back get our contracts on track
fuck the contact its all flack and now the governments involved
they wanna squabble over every penny till its solved
well fuck em all-they burnin like the pagans up in bible scriptures
u think supporting bush is gonna make the rich richer?
u bet it is-homies actin like they on some sedatives
fuck the way we live is sacrificial-like the cuban crisis over missles
you gettin misused-i got some trust issues i gotta figure out
until the day comes where ill be gettin out
fuck the money made its all the way these dummies play
and so we sit and pray hopin that the world is jsut a better place
thats why im never havin kids-thats like eating after takin laxatives
violence aint the answer-im still wilin' buildin anger like a cancer
put ya hands up and stand tough

(HOOK)
Senseless, centless, broke as a joke, and im friendless
(HOOK)
 
haha you suck cock

It seems every time I strike, then you don’t quickly attack
It’s like this bitch takes a week or 2 plotting lyrical raps
Yo I gotta admit, you got a flow with some lyrics
But that shit took ya weeks to right, still I can’t hear it
I’m deliriously sick from accusations you’ve been making
Fuck what ya think wigga, I know I ain’t faking
Say I’m on the glass pipe? Is that fucking right?
Wrong, That’s the shit that you dream about at night
But a faggot too broke like a motherfucking joke
Grab the butterfly knife and slice this fuckers throat
Choke on fresh air? Would you care for a smoke?
Aiming for this faggots heart and stabbin at the bloke
Plotting to design a mastermind assassination
Kill this fool and hang the body then go on vacation
Can you feel the pain in the words that are sprung
From the brain to the mind, to the nerves to the tounge
Don’t judge what you ain’t cuz, come here and you get drug
Spill your blood, talking shit is cheep, we’ll use ya like a rug
Act a thug? I’ll make and example, cut up homeboy in to samples
While this faggot wearing sandals watch the whiteboy for the scandals
Nig’s a vandal, and don’t even try to avenge
Cuz I’ll just strike your bitch ass down, grounded again
Heaven’s send, number 7, aka JS god reverend
To destroy your soul and smoke a bowl, destroy you more and neverend
So just close your eyes and intake all the pain
Then take 3 more weeks to write another comeback again, mayne
 
Along for the ride is getting stomped on by Average Whiteboy...i'd give up while you're ahead Along for the ride
 
Listen to realm, you should give it up ASAP
I suggest any opponent to me should stay back
'Cause when it's on, I'm like the grim reaper in an Oakland A's hat
You must be in junior high with the way you're obsessed with death
Yeah I don't post much so you really shouldn't stress
Seems like you're at the computer every 10 minutes hitting 'Refresh'
Waiting for me to post some shit
Man, get off my dick
You're not even a full one, just a half-a-bitch
I could write a rhyme every day if I wanted to
But when I get off work I smoke weed and drink brew
'Cause I get lifted like some fake boobs
Then maybe catch the A's game on the tube
So the last thing on my mind is composing a rhyme to take your punk ass out
I gets fucked up until I pass out
But fuck it, my posts can be a little more frequent
If you surrender by PM, I promise I'll keep it a secret
 
Average Whiteboy havent u heard? secrets are for bitches-
im known around the world because my rhymes are so vicious
so sit back relax take a lesson-adapt-treat this verse like a class
each word that you spit was something i said 5 years before last
catch up with the times you need a little upgrading
i know this can be frustrating-stop while your ahead
i DO write rhymes everyday-id rather record this instead
i shouldnt waste my time with a punk like you
but its fun makin your funeral a public issue
give up rap is my best advice-from the sound of it you've been molested twice
tested positive for the wackest alive-this wannabe black kid will die
if you want somethin done u gotta do it yaself
fuckin with realm is horrible for your health
dedication goes a long way-you're a bitch-new name is beyonce
call me when you're serious n step ya game up
from the sound of it-you just got face fucked


i'd love to fuck you up in an audio battle, you got a mic?
 
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Yo I'll never surrender, Throw the fakers in the blender
Dissolved gangsters egos when I pull the time ender
Bout to rearrange your whole punkass mentality
with lines coming from a psycho, shattered your reality
Never stop attacking, like a hitman out to get
See ya on the streets and I'ma charge like a rednose pit
Now it is the time to narrow down flip and rewind
Aim my barrel all at your appearal, give you peace of mind
Average whiteboy, I can see ya want me gone
Just surrendering, the end of me, So you can move on
Won't happen like underage prostitution
PM you? man fuck you, mugged by resolution
See I dont give a fuck about the damn word or mouth
Came from the south, now Northwest is what it's bout
If she stout, steal ya bitch, tell the hoe to slob my knob
Bust a nut all in the mouth, you kiss her when you're off
Yea, I too get off work and drink a brew
Chill and smoke a blunt or 2 What It is, what it do?
Do you think you're hard because you smoke weed everyday?
Chillin with ya homeboys jackin off sayin "Not gay"
take a relapse and shut the fuck up fool
talkin shit on internet don't make ya ass cool
I would rather meet in the streets, with a fresh beat
maybe throw some b's, knock ya ass outta ya seat
Wrap it up like another philly ball bat
Holdin on a .40 while you tote a small gat
Lyrics come with spice, sharp and hard, nothing nice
Something like the blade of a knife when you're sliced

And to realm, you can suck this niggas nuts
caught up in the game, no strain, you'll get cut
So I'm not an Ace at the battle rappin gamez
But ya don't start out with it implanted into ya brain
Ya gotta, study the change, Rearrange the time
Flip the script on the bitch and smoke another dime
You'll get crushed by the weight been moving thru my hands
In the PNW you'll get lost in the sands
Disrespect can get you dumped in the puget sound, mafucka
I'm being real, this is how I just get down, mafucka
In the ground, mafucka, thats a no no
cuz ya could get found out by the damn po po's
so we just take, a bag, line, the trunk
Dump a body in when we need to off a punk
I could careless if you don't believe in my schemes
Cuz Im still out making money serving the fiends, Bitch
 
Stomping competetors, telling editors to suck it
Used to search for green, now I'm serving fiends so fuck it
Could care less if you think otherwise, you other guys
Get crushed when compared to my size, staring morbid eyes
Opening your mouth releases stench against your force fed lies
Deep into the game, I put to shame your name in much despise
Counteract secret attacks to rob my gold and goods
Turn your back you will get jacked, trust noone in no hood
Wish I could? I just wish you would! Try my true sobriety
Hooking buds for all my thugs who know I bring variety
something like a deity to the hood rats
who just smoke up the sacks like lawyer bills tax
state the facts, not the fakes, deliver truth in every state
Whether it be weed, LSD, or a mushroom rice cake
Pop a few pills? man it really aint my deal.
But I'm down to get some crown pop pop poppin off the seal
 
Along For The Ride said:
And to realm, you can suck this niggas nuts
caught up in the game, no strain, you'll get cut
So I'm not an Ace at the battle rappin gamez
But ya don't start out with it implanted into ya brain
Ya gotta, study the change, Rearrange the time
Flip the script on the bitch and smoke another dime
You'll get crushed by the weight been moving thru my hands
In the PNW you'll get lost in the sands
Disrespect can get you dumped in the puget sound, mafucka
I'm being real, this is how I just get down, mafucka
In the ground, mafucka, thats a no no
cuz ya could get found out by the damn po po's
so we just take, a bag, line, the trunk
Dump a body in when we need to off a punk
I could careless if you don't believe in my schemes
Cuz Im still out making money serving the fiends, Bitch
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you're wasting my time man, if you really wanna battle do it on a mic otherwise i cant be bothered, i battled in the last rhymes thread, if you wanna battle bring that shit back. i started this to post actual verses, not some shitty battle raps of how you're so gangster "mafucka"
 
Along for the ride, i forgot you had a myspace you showed me when i started this thread, why don't we do an audio battle just for fun?

EDIT: I think it would be the first audio battle on bluelight haha
 
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Along For The Ride said:
It seems every time I strike, then you don’t quickly attack
It’s like this bitch takes a week or 2 plotting lyrical raps
Yo I gotta admit, you got a flow with some lyrics
But that shit took ya weeks to right, still I can’t hear it
I’m deliriously sick from accusations you’ve been making
Fuck what ya think wigga, I know I ain’t faking
Say I’m on the glass pipe? Is that fucking right?
Wrong, That’s the shit that you dream about at night
But a faggot too broke like a motherfucking joke
Grab the butterfly knife and slice this fuckers throat
Choke on fresh air? Would you care for a smoke?
Aiming for this faggots heart and stabbin at the bloke
Plotting to design a mastermind assassination
Kill this fool and hang the body then go on vacation
Can you feel the pain in the words that are sprung
From the brain to the mind, to the nerves to the tounge
Don’t judge what you ain’t cuz, come here and you get drug
Spill your blood, talking shit is cheep, we’ll use ya like a rug
Act a thug? I’ll make and example, cut up homeboy in to samples
While this faggot wearing sandals watch the whiteboy for the scandals
Nig’s a vandal, and don’t even try to avenge
Cuz I’ll just strike your bitch ass down, grounded again
Heaven’s send, number 7, aka JS god reverend
To destroy your soul and smoke a bowl, destroy you more and neverend
So just close your eyes and intake all the pain
Then take 3 more weeks to write another comeback again, mayne
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What the fuck i just noticed this-so ill reload a clip-you better hope i miss
you only get shot twice-once in the balls-and twice between the eyes
i write my rhymes in split seconds-my tongue is my weapon
im light years ahead of you with every sentence-you soundin apprehensive
well check it-sit down take a lesson-you gibber gabber for too long
every song you spit is wrong-the flow is gone so on and so on
the list goes on-for days at a time-get some depth to your rhymes
continuously spittin shit that doesnt make sense in the first place-
you shoulda been killed on ya birthday-wonder why white kids couldnt make it
you're the reason more than half the globe is racist-face it
this whole race is you comin in last place-you gettin beat at a fast pace
the next time you think it takes me a week to write a verse
think of who you fuckin with and know that defeat hurts
"i spit in blurred spurts makin sure every last one of ya nerves burst"
i can talk jibberish as much as the next guy-but id rather keep my head high
say whats on my mind and get high-when you step to me youll see the lead fly
fuckin 'round wit a vet is bound to get ya face lift-i guess you love them pain scripts
im not gonna kill ya-ill leave ya paralyzed-make you hate life before ya die
remember my name its realm-welcome to the 6th circle of hell



i didnt even see this verse until right now, figured it deserved a response
 
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hell yea im down to audio battle. oh, and take pleasure of having the 1st attack =D hit me off one and i will respond to it...
 
Alright, the rules will be:

1 verse, can't exceed 1 minute, any beat you want

I wanna make this short because i've got alot of other tracks to work on, but i wanted to make the first audio battle on bluelight haha

you ok with the rules?
 
Alright i'm gonna work on it this weekend, lets make the deadline next friday at the latest. Is that ok? I would make it shorter but I work and I wanna make sure I have enough time to finish it.
 
that's chill. I will have something by then. Look forward to bluelights 1'st audio battle :D should someone make a new thread for it?
 
Naw we'll just do it in here and afterwards when its complete we'll make a thread in music discussion forum.
 
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